The next day, I woke up feeling determined to talk to Ace. The day before was wonderful, but I had to make today count.

 

I pulled on comfortable clothes after my shower and let my hair loose, since Ace liked it better that way.

 

With a pep in my step and a firm hand on my tummy, I made my way towards Ace's office. I knocked two times before pushing my way through, but unfortunately, he wasn't there.

 

Deciding to wait in there, I sat on his chair around his desk and really took my time to appreciate every detail of his office.

 

My eyes caught something on his desk, and I reluctantly retrieved the file that was opened. It was a monthly report of a woman's condition. I knew, because it was written in bold at the top of the paper.

 

MONTHLY REPORT OF JENNA WILSON.

 

As if right on cue, Ace walked in. He looked slightly surprised by my presence, but he didn't look annoyed or upset.

 

"You're up early" He said as he gave me my good morning kiss.

 

"Yea I wanted to see you"

 

His eyes flickered between me and the file that I was still holding, and I saw a small smile playing on his lips, but it was kinda sad. "I see you've found my mother's file"

 

eyes popped out of my head as he said that, and I stared at the

 

just say that. He simply nodded and sat on his desk in front

 

asked carefully. I knew it might be touchy for him so I didn't want to push it. But of course, Ace was more open with me than I with him. It was

 

dad died, not

 

tried to sound enthusiastic as I

 

this mystery best friend that makes her feel comfortable. I'm yet to meet whoever

 

at that. "I'd love to

 

visiting her today. You

 

was 8:30 a.m . For some reason

 

if I go ahead? I promise I will

 

lightly before kissing my cheek. "Yea sure, why not? I'll let Ryan take

 

happy, but I felt like I knew his mom all my life. With one last kiss,

 

the mission later on, but for now I just

 

beautiful and cozy. The nurse that greeted us led the way to the visitors' room, and I noticed some other nurses giving me

 

until my four months were over. But once we talk later, our

 

a sofa. I patiently waited for the nurse to bring Jenna out, and when she did, I

 

picture, but she looked happy and glowing like an eight year old girl. Her hair was full

 

was tall and confident, and she didn't even wear those depressing pale gowns that some of the women wore. She wore a pink lace looking

 

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